Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 844 | 2016-02-25 19:50:38 | 73.79 | 96% |
| 495 | 2016-01-29 14:23:21 | 69.84 | 97% |
| 232 | 2016-01-13 15:49:26 | 68.03 | 96% |